Remember When You Said Forever? -Poetry-Remember When You Said Forever? -Poetry-2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Remember when you said forever?
My heart is what you nearly severed.
You had promised me you'd never leave?
The result of cuts covered by sleeves.
I nearly lost myself that night
Where I had gave everyone quite a fright.
I slit my wrists until they were drenched
My eyes were shut, my teeth were clenched.
You were and always will be
Oh so much better than me.
From your perfect hair to your unique style,
This self harm is only a trial.
When I write down these last words
I will be free.
I will fly like a bird.
So if you did tell me now
If you can see this somehow
I miss you so much it hurts my heart
I should of expected it from the start.
When you can see what you've done to me
Then maybe you can start to see
All the things I had done for you
All the things I had done. You have no clue.
Please, why can't I just be happy?
For things to just not be so crappy?
For things to actually go my way...
Why couldn't you have just stayed?
As I hang this rope up above me,
Did you ever truly
Black Out, England x Reader x AmericaBlack Out, England x Reader x America2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
One lovely evening in *name of city*, ____ was making a lovely dinner for her two best friends, Arthur and Alfred. You made sure that everything was perfect, you finished setting the dining room table and now moved on to cleaning around the house. About a half an hour later the doorbell rang, you hurried to the door, forgetting to take off the apron you were wearing. They looked at you and chuckled until Alfred finally broke the laughter "hey ____, nice apron" he smirked slightly. "you git, be kind to _____, she did cook us dinner after all" "that big talk from a man who can't cook for the life of him" Alfred replied. You looked at both of them and laughed, they walked in and they both gave you a hug. You looked at both of them, "well without further ado, ....." before you could finish you sentence Alfred budded in and proclaimed "LET'S EAT!" Arthur scoffed at Alfred, while you just chuckled. All three of you made your way to the dining room table, sat down and started to ea
STARS ABOVE: Chapter 19STARS ABOVE: Chapter 192 years ago in Romance More Like This
CHAPTER 19: I Think Have an Answer
Hiiragi Household, Takanomiya
"Do you understand now?" said Homura softly when she had finished.
Kagami sat in stunned silence. She had listened first with interest, then with horror, then in tears as Homura Akemi told the story. That story was unlike anything she could have imagined, more beautiful and terrible and sad than she had the words to express. Did she understand? It was difficult if not impossible to answer. "I…" She swallowed heavily. Could she ever fully understand the black-haired girl sitting across the table, understand her sorrows, her guilt, her grief? Could she ever comprehend the depth of the friendship Homura had fought to protect, and the one selfless wish that had saved her and countless others from dying in despair? A full and perfect sacrifice for the whole world. The phrase floated through her mind; she had heard it many times before, at the Christian church where she and Tsuk
Oh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thief2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you’ve brought us all to grief.
How can you be unashamed?
When you stole from people unnamed
How you think about your own fame
Just like others like you playing that game
How you feed off us
How you live on others success
How can you sleep at nights,
Knowing you infringed other’s rights?
How can you enjoy this fame,
Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?
Do we also carry the blame
That we blindly follow someone’s claim?
To the people that believe everything humans say
To you I say good day
We must always question what we are told
Or we can start to be controlled
By vicious lies and such
To me that is just too much
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
AmericaxReader Movies -Oneshot-AmericaxReader Movies -Oneshot-2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
AmericaxReader Movies -Oneshot-
"Alfred, are sure you want to see this?"
It was noisy Saturday night, people up and down the streets. Alfred made you go to the movies with him. You expected him to see some dumb,funny movie but it wasn't. Instead it was a really,bloody movie. You glanced at Alfred, he was standing quite normal, but knowing him, deep inside he was about to cry. You stiffly laughed, as you walk to the ticket booth. 'Arthur is going to kill me for doing this to Alfred.'
"Two ticket to (random scary movie.)"
"Here you go, m'am."
You thanked the man, and went to grab Alfred. Every since you were little, you two always watched scary movies. It really didn't frighten you, but to Alfred.... It was like someone coming to kill him. That was the reason you didn't want to see the movie, Alfred will pee in his pants just seeing the first 30 seconds. Alfred happily skipped to the front row of the screen. 'He d
What Do You Say?What Do You Say?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I know you have been hurt
And treated like dirt
But let me show you
That my LOVE is TRUE
Swimming Teacher (Geeky!RomanoXSwimmer!Reader)Okay next request done! Another swimming one I'm afraid this one is for kitkittykats, I hope you enjoy!Swimming Teacher (Geeky!RomanoXSwimmer!Reader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is my longest one yet!!
Also thank you all for the favs and the watches, I try to thank everyone in turn, but sometimes there's just too many of them! Thank you to all who are patiently waiting for their requests as well.
Shihagami signing off~
The waves lapped on your feet and you slid into the pool. You let yourself float for a while, closing your eyes and letting your (h/c) hair loose in the water. Your face warmed with the sun and you smiled. Today's gonna be another great workout, you thought to yourself.
You stayed like this for a while, simply enjoying feeling the sunlight on your body. Your rest was disturbed however, by suddenly being dunked underwater by three pairs of hands. You struggled and they raised you out of the water and on top of the three boys' heads.
You squirmed trying your best to get free, not that you weren't enjoying yourself. The boys let go of you at
This is a six word storyThis is a six word story:This is a six word story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just pretend to be profound
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
NaNoWriMo - Swordless Stone - Ch1NaNoWriMo - Swordless Stone - Ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The line extended down the stairs, past the gates, and so far around the block that museum receptionists put up velvet rope dividers to twist the queue. They looked worn but not uncontent. It was worse two weeks ago when the exhibit was first announced. The crowds subdued them into complacent servicers while the ordeal hardened them into guest-desk Spartans. They were merely grateful now.
Newspapers passed between waiting strangers. Headlines read "All of Britain on Pilgrimage!" or "England's Greatest Treasures Unveiled!" Great Russell Street was littered with the spent pages. The pavement itself seemed to groan at the unwanted attention while the British Museum stood in majestic pomp, preening itself from the publicity.
But instead of the staff, officers of the met greeted the anticipating masses with dismissal this morning. There were a few minutes of hullabaloo, then a few more of irritation, and finally of exodus. For the first time in half a month, the entrance of the British Muse
You're FamilyThump. Thump. Thump. To Yowane Haku it felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat. Nervously she stared at the large oak door to the mansion-like house.You're Family2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She slowly brought her fist up preparing to knock when the handle to her suitcase slipped from her grip and slammed into the door. Haku put her hand on the door as she bent down to retrieve the fallen luggage.
But to her horror right as she reached the handle the door opened sending her crashing down inside the house. Red with embarrassment she scrambled to her knees staring up at the person standing over her.
Above her a tall young man with blue hair and eyes held an ice cream cone. After an awkward moment, while they stared at each other quizzically the boy dropped the sugary cone and creamy liquid onto Haku's long white hair.
"Agh my ice cream!" The boy screamed.
"W- What is it?!" A shrill voice screamed. Haku watched a small blonde girl run down the stairs leading down to the front door. "
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.7The Search for Paradise (1) ch.72 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Latios carried Blaze on his back and I carried Ralts on mine as we headed up the mountains, where Flarewhip, the keeper of the Flame Sword awaits us and Blaze's battle. Blaze leaped off of Latios and started to jog quickly. I have no idea why he's doing that. Then, as the top reaches our sight, Blaze stops in front of a small oasis. He looks down at his refection.
I slowly look over his shoulder to see his reflection, mine, Jen's, and another. It's weird, but I think the Legendary Pokemon Jirachi is here. I jerk my head backwards to see him floating in fron of us. Lstios heads over to my side. Blaze turns around to see him.
"You seek a wish, don't you?" Jirachi calmly asks Blaze. Blaze nods. He reaches his hand out and holds a star peice. Jirachi stares happily at it and accepts it from him. "Ok, what is your wish?"
"I wish to find Flarewhip and battle him," he says back. Jirachi's head jerks up with eyes wide open. He's completely shocked by his answer.
"Ok. You'll fight a warrior who
Wings Of LightWings Of Light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Light
Upon me is the last dawn
Faded away has the last dusk
I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs
I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough
Mesmerized in deep suspense
As I await the final arrival
My tears become so intense
These last moments of hope are vital
Allow me to break away
Accept the toll of my undying faith
I was careless as I fell
Mocking life itself
Every secret I held
Defined a broken side of myself
An inner slaughter I could not defend
A one-sided war that I could not fight against
My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent
I always lusted after the idea of my final descent
Because I knew that in the end I would ascend
All I can really do is live this divided life as best as I can
I realized that the only thing in perfection is being broken
And the only way to get rid of that is to wipe out my existence
Shine down and shine true
I will no longer be powerless
You don't know how long I've been waiting for you
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
Food Cravings - JapanxPregnant!ReaderFood Cravings - JapanxPregnant!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You woke up with a small groan.
You weren't sure why you woke up, exactly, but it wasn't a good thing. You and your new husband, Kiku, were summer camp councilors and you need all the sleep you could get.
Speaking of Kiku, the small Japanese man beside you sat up.
"[Name]? Are you arright?"
You frowned. You had been hoping to not wake him up.
"I'm not sure."
"Is it the baby?"
You were 4 months pregnant, and Kiku was more protective with you now that you were carrying his first born.
Your stomach growled, and it hit you.
"Ah. Okay, okay. I'm getting up," you muttered. After you first felt kicking, you had taken to the habit of talking to your baby.
"[Name]?" Kiku sounded extremely confused as to why you were talking to yourself, and it dawned on you he must have never heard you talk to the baby before.
"Nothing. I'll be back in a second."
You stood and made your way to the cooler that kept the emergency stash of food you had bro
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
Why I cryI like to cry myself to sleep at night.Why I cry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry for my cat who was run over.
I cry for my father who left me.
I cry for the friends I have lost.
And I cry for the bullies who push me in the halls.
I cry for me, myself, and I.
I cry for the body that I don't have.
And I cry because I'm not happy.
I cry for my broken family.
I cry for lost love.
And I cry for the unwanted.
I cry for the people death has taken from me.
Every night my pillow soaks,
gathering the tears that I shed.
By morning they are gone
and no one knows I cried myself to sleep.
An artistAn artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust